Today was my thirteenth birthday. Thanks, dad, for the journal, but I won't be using it much. Writing has never been my forte. Although, I've read all the books we own and played all these board games at least a thousand times. It may sound like i'm exaggerating, but there is nothing left to do in this house. Dad said to write this to you, Tyler. Like a letter or something. I guess that gives me a good reason to write.
Still though. I probably won't.
YOU ARE READING
Life Over Safety
Mystery / Thriller"Tyler, if you do ever get this journal by some miracle, know that I hate myself. I ran like a coward when Marci and I could've been in a new foster home by now. Under fuzzy blankets instead of dark skies, covered in rain. . ." [Life Over Safety is...
